Luyện nghe bài hát Killa Hill

"Esto no me gusta. la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda
Aqui yo soy, yo soy Capitan Pingaloca. Y to' mundo
Me sirve a mi o va pa'l carajo. Oye compadre!"

In the midst of the no question, who's the baddest
MC's in the runnin for the status
a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin on top is the lookin over you
Killa Hill Niggas, cream in my
Cookin up a for all them big bank figures
The world is yours, but it can be and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't a fuck who it is
Number one mission,
Get thrown sent home in position
In the casket, best
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin the fishes
out search for the body
Of the MC's who be comin to disrupt the
No wins, no ends, no way
I'm ever gonna let ya come back again

Check my dramatics, brains get splattered, dreams
Sabas get blasted for words he
Peep the adolescents, on his defense
- U niggaz talkin fast like Puerto Ricans
What you seekin, son I catch cream Dominicans
Last Mohican, lyrics I'm speakin, wild as
- Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate New York, where chumps get for Newports
What you

Ease back, back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya back again
That that I'm ever gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I up on the trigger
- That I'm ever let ya come back again
back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya back again

"Y ya esta dicho. los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a maricon
Que no me a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. Oye, hijo puta
Quiero la cara!"

Words drop in chant, the cheeky - slant
I'm takin these cannabis yo for grant'
Exotic, narcotic, tunes soon
a dune in the desert Mega - Babylon pleasure
Comin out the domepiece, smell my
Warrior nomad, put you in a
Comma, llama, smash - crashin your
Drama, I'm a, aircraft bomber
is where I dwell at the gates o' hell
It ain't you're from it's where you're in the mentals
And if not yo, credentials are
I see reality, few things me
Three like a spread, precise the lyric
Not frontin or braggin, hundred percent red
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you imagine
The globe - trotter, me Meadowlark Lemon
Five part criminal, two felon

That I'm ever gonna let ya come back
That that that I'm ever gonna let ya back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the
- That that I'm ever gonna let ya back again
Ease back, ease or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come back
Ease back back
Ease back, back or I squeeze up on the trigger
- That I'm ever gonna let ya come again
Ease or I squeeze up on the trigger

"Esta dicho! Aqui, la revelacion! No se la ve por
Todos los del norte, que los voy a matar yo
Va a ser aqui en nuestro pais. Y todos los
Que singando un mundo. Tambien, van a ver la muerte
De ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. Un dia, va a ser
Mucha sangre. La de los cuerpos muertos, vas a oir
Que se va a hueler. Hasta los Unidos, estos cabrones
Que con la democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el
son unos mismos cabrones